I think I could deal with a life of spontaneously choreographed dance scenes.
Consider life in a musical. You're walking downtown and as the light turns green, traffic honks out Beethoven's Fifth. You pass a restaurant and the waiters are dancing through the dining room while one eager young lover waltzes through the street. No dinner is spilled, no traffic cuts Romeo down with his song. And when you take the things that don't really matter far too seriously, someone is there to remind you, it really doesn't matter:
I love Bollywood films. There's something almost natural in the way East Indian actors burst into song, followed by a massively choreographed number involving randomly well-dressed men on the street, popping out of parlors, cafes, vehicles, etc. In Bollywood, all old men are still groovy, old women still beautiful, and young people have high drama that always turns out right in the end. Always. Regardless of the girl who's in love with the guy who's engaged to her best friend, though he loves girl number one and just discovered his long lost brother, girl number two's adopted brother and only surviving relative who, of course dies so we can have the everybody-in-white-scene fallowed by the at-least-i-have-you song and the meaningful looks between boy and girl one who know that can't possibly marry now. But you know it'll be okay. So why not sing and dance?
Consider life in a musical. You're walking downtown and as the light turns green, traffic honks out Beethoven's Fifth. You pass a restaurant and the waiters are dancing through the dining room while one eager young lover waltzes through the street. No dinner is spilled, no traffic cuts Romeo down with his song. And when you take the things that don't really matter far too seriously, someone is there to remind you, it really doesn't matter:
I love Bollywood films. There's something almost natural in the way East Indian actors burst into song, followed by a massively choreographed number involving randomly well-dressed men on the street, popping out of parlors, cafes, vehicles, etc. In Bollywood, all old men are still groovy, old women still beautiful, and young people have high drama that always turns out right in the end. Always. Regardless of the girl who's in love with the guy who's engaged to her best friend, though he loves girl number one and just discovered his long lost brother, girl number two's adopted brother and only surviving relative who, of course dies so we can have the everybody-in-white-scene fallowed by the at-least-i-have-you song and the meaningful looks between boy and girl one who know that can't possibly marry now. But you know it'll be okay. So why not sing and dance?
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